Aurin had decided at first to go with the hunters. It was an easy excuse to get out of some of the more mundane chores of putting together a camp. He had not even taken a dozen steps into the forest when he realized that his choice had been a poor one. In his usual outfit of lighter armor he could hunt, but in the clamshell of his rather formal armor left must to be desired. He was about as quiet in the trees as a charging bull. After he sixth or seventh glare from the hunters he had given up with a good natured grin and returned to the campfire himself.
He stepped past Quintus as the old elf sauntered off into the woods and nodded in greeting to him as he passed. As he came back towards the firelight, he sighed and glanced around before looking down at himself and glaring at the full Templar plate he wore. “We have to wear this stuff all the time, you would think they would make it at least half-way comfortable.” His words were muttered half under his breath before he glanced up and around to the group at large. The smile that came to his face was an easy one, the expression one that was often seen there. “Aurin Demarc, if we are doing introductions.” He stated before he shrugged his shoulders which created the soft sound of metal on metal. “Always a pleasure to meet new traveling companions.” He added as he looked about for a good place to start to take off his infernal armor.